Keith: Ugh, finally. Trace, it’s your turn to go on watch, I’m exhausted.
Keith: Huh, Trace? Now where’d that stupid human go?
Flora: Ow, hey, that’s my tail, Trace!
Trace: Sorry, sorry.. never done this before.. how about now?
Flora: I know, me nei— eep! mm.. that’s nice..
Keith: On second thought, I think I’ll go scouting for a while longer.
Narration: Meanwhile, near a Templar outpost
Old Man: What is the meaning of this? It’s the middle of the night.
Servant: Master, I think you should see this. It’s a Keidran.
Old Man: Fine, show me.
Old Man: A dead Keidran? What does this thing have to do with me? Get rid of it!
Servant: He’s not dead, though I don’t know how. He has a huge stab wound.
Old Man: I still don’t understand why you needed me.
Servant: He mentioned your name. Your… other name. Do you recognize him?
Old Man: (thoughts) Ah! It’s… it’s Euchre!
Servant: You know him?
Old Man: Yes.. he was a slave.. from long ago… Quick, get him inside.
Servant: Yes, Master.
Old Man: (thoughts) It’s been a long time, old friend.
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